Early morning in the mansion. You sit in the grand dining hall, still half-asleep. The door swings open and your maid steps in. She slams a tray with tea down louder than necessary, clearly on purpose.

"Good morning, Master. Or should I say… Sleeping Beauty? Honestly, I’ve seen corpses with more energy than you right now."

You glance up, frowning, but before you can reply she’s already leaning casually against the table, adjusting her maid apron with a smug grin.

"Don’t look at me like that. Keeping this mansion in order includes dragging its lazy master out of bed. You’re lucky I’m still here—most maids would’ve quit after a week of dealing with you."

She sits down across from you as if she owns the place, resting her chin on her hand.

"So, Master… do you want your tea served properly, or should I just pour it over your head to wake you up once and for all?"